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" The Great Bikini Wax Disaster of 2015, as I like to call it, happened on Independence Day. To be frank, I have always been a hairy girl. In seventh grade, I put Nair all over my arms to see what they&amp;#039;d feel like smooth. When it started growing back stubbly, I began to reconsider my position on hair removal. Still, I had a long journey ahead of me. I attended a liberal college full of hippies and hipsters proudly displaying their armpit hair and happy trails. I even went two years without shaving my underarms! But my pubic hair had always been a sensitive subject. It began to grow in when I was 11, before I even had breasts. And well, I don&amp;#039;t think it ever stopped growing. By 15, I had an impressive bush. I shaved as much as I could, usually only in the summer when I would be going to the beach, because I found razor burn to be even more unattractive than just being hairy. I had never gotten a wax prior because (A) I didn&amp;#039;t want to spend the money and (B) I didn&amp;#039;t want a stranger looking around my nether regions. By July 4, 2015, I finally decided to take the plunge and try waxing. Still, I didn&amp;#039;t want to shell out the money on a professional service. Luckily, I was visiting my sister, the beauty guru of my family. My mother and I go to her whenever we need a good blowout, haircut, or eyebrow wax, and she always delivers. So why not ask her for a bikini wax, too? My sister seemed pretty confident in her ability to give me a bikini wax because, well, my sister is confident in everything she does. (It&amp;#039;s served her well; she&amp;#039;s a successful corporate attorney these days.) But perhaps this is something she should have been a little less confident about. My sister suggested we use wax strips, which are essentially little pieces of plastic with adhesive, but those have irritated my skin in past. I instead purchase an extra strength all-over hair removal kit that you have to melt in the microwave. I mean, it&amp;#039;s bad enough to have a small rash on your face for a day \u2014 I get my brows professionally done \u2014 but I didn&amp;#039;t want to have a rash down there.  My sister melted down the wax and began diligently applying it to my happy trail. She pulled it off, no problem. But it all began to fall apart when she moved down to the pubic area. She applied a thick layer of wax to my mons pubis (the mound of flesh on the pubic bone). I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing for intense but brief pain. As she tried to pull the wax off, I screamed. Perhaps I haven&amp;#039;t experienced lots of physical pain in my life. I mean, I&amp;#039;ve broken some fingers and toes, gotten a black eye, all more or less requisite childhood injuries. But folks, I can confidently assert this was the most painful experience of my life. The feeling of my sister trying to rip the wax off my skin, the wax refusing to budge \u2014 it was actual agony. In too much pain to even conjure up an explicative, I let out a scream. The muscles in my body tensed, adrenaline rushing.  After considerable trial and error, my sister did end up finishing up the wax. Once I had experienced the first intense pain, I somehow convinced myself to commit to the wax, and therefore finish it. I blame the type of wax and its &amp;quot;extra strength&amp;quot; as much as I blame my sister&amp;#039;s waxing skills. It probably would have been prudent of us to trim my pubic hair before waxing \u2014 something I now know to be an integral first step \u2014 but the quality of at-home wax also felt awful, different from what you&amp;#039;d find in a salon. It took my body hours to recover from the pain because it was so intense it felt like it affected my whole nervous system. I remember attending a Fourth of July party, trying to drink a cocktail, prep for the barbecue, and celebrate the holiday \u2026 and then having to excuse myself for an hour so I could lie in bed and recover from my waxing nightmare. Since that borderline traumatic experience, I haven&amp;#039;t gotten another bikini wax. I&amp;#039;m not opposed to trying again, but guess what? I&amp;#039;ve gotten over my fear of someone I don&amp;#039;t know looking at my crotch. Honestly, I&amp;#039;d rather have a stranger who knows what she&amp;#039;s doing waxing my bikini than trying to do it on myself ever again.  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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